It’s a familiar tune: waking up with a hammer of a headache and uttering the words “I’m never drinking
again,” followed by the phrase “Somebody, call a doctor.” Only next time you sing it, replace
“doctor” with “Duke-educated anesthesiologist willing to inject a cocktail of vitamins/rehydrating
fluids into my veins,” and “I’m never drinking again” with “Let’s get things started early
today.”

The process is as painless as it is simple: at the first sign of a debilitating hangover (nausea, cotton
mouth, contents of Yasmine Bleeth’s purse scattered on carpet), place a phone call to the
dispatcher.

Within minutes, you’ll crawl into a giant bus parked downstairs (keep in mind, they can come up to your
room, house-call-style, on designated days). As you enter the vehicle, settle into a leathery bunk bed so
the nurse can prep your arm for injection.